Текст и перевод песни Mike da Gaita - O Zé da tasca

O Zé da tasca

O Zé da tasca gosta bué de vinhaça
Bebe sempre numa taça
Ou numa coisa qualquer
Tá sempre à rasca quando volta lá da praça
Leva com o rolo da massa
Da sua mulher
Segunda-feira pôs-se a pé atordoado
Coitado do rapaz ainda andava de lado
Ontem a festa foi forte, ainda está embriagado
Pegou num copo de whisky para voltar ao mesmo estado
Café central era o seu santuário
Lá estava à espera o seu grande amigo Mário
Anda para dentro, vamos jogar a sueca
Melhor acompanhamento, tremoços e bejeca
O Zé da tasca gosta bué de vinhaça
Bebe sempre numa taça
Ou numa coisa qualquer
Tá sempre à rasca quando volta lá da praça
Leva com o rolo da massa
Da sua mulher
O Zé da tasca gosta bué de vinhaça
Bebe sempre numa taça
Ou numa coisa qualquer
Tá sempre à rasca quando volta lá da praça
Leva com o rolo da massa
Da sua mulher
Ao fim do dia atrasado pra jantar
O sino deu 11 horas, o Zé já vai apanhar
Vai sorrateiro, tenta entrar pela janela
E a mulher no sofá deitada a ver a novela
Bem atestado mais pra lá do que pra cá
Cai em frente da porta e a Tina dá-lhe com a pá
E Zás-Trás-Trás a mulher limpa lhe a casca
E é assim a vida do Zé da tasca
O Zé da tasca gosta bué de vinhaça
Bebe sempre numa taça
Ou numa coisa qualquer
Tá sempre à rasca quando volta lá da praça
Leva com o rolo da massa
Da sua mulher
O Zé da tasca gosta bué de vinhaça
Bebe sempre numa taça
Ou numa coisa qualquer
Tá sempre à rasca quando volta lá da praça
Leva com o rolo da massa
Da sua mulher
O Zé da tasca gosta bué de vinhaça
Bebe sempre numa taça
Ou numa coisa qualquer
Tá sempre à rasca quando volta lá da praça
Leva com o rolo da massa
Da sua mulher
O Zé da tasca gosta bué de vinhaça
Bebe sempre numa taça
Ou numa coisa qualquer
Tá sempre à rasca quando volta lá da praça
Leva com o rolo da massa
Da sua mulher

Joe from the Tavern

Joe from the tavern loves his booze, my dear,
Always drinks from a glass, it's clear,
Or anything he can find, never fear,
He's always in trouble when he returns from the square,
Gets a real earful, I swear,
From his wife, so rare.
Monday he walked home dazed and confused,
Poor guy, he was still sidewinding, boozed,
Yesterday's party was wild, still bemused,
He grabbed a glass of whiskey, couldn't be refused,
Central Cafe was his sanctuary, my sweet,
There waited his good friend Mario, can't be beat,
Come inside, let's play sueca, a treat,
Best accompaniment, lupin beans and a cold beer, can't be beat.
Joe from the tavern loves his booze, my dear,
Always drinks from a glass, it's clear,
Or anything he can find, never fear,
He's always in trouble when he returns from the square,
Gets a real earful, I swear,
From his wife, so rare.
Joe from the tavern loves his booze, my dear,
Always drinks from a glass, it's clear,
Or anything he can find, never fear,
He's always in trouble when he returns from the square,
Gets a real earful, I swear,
From his wife, so rare.
At the end of the day, late for dinner, you see,
The clock struck eleven, Joe's in for misery,
He sneaks around, tries to climb in through the window, free,
And his wife on the sofa, watching a soap opera, glee.
Totally plastered, more there than here, my love,
He falls in front of the door, and Tina gives him a shove,
And Wham-Bam-Thank you ma'am, his wife gives him the glove,
And that's the life of Joe from the tavern, my dove.
Joe from the tavern loves his booze, my dear,
Always drinks from a glass, it's clear,
Or anything he can find, never fear,
He's always in trouble when he returns from the square,
Gets a real earful, I swear,
From his wife, so rare.
Joe from the tavern loves his booze, my dear,
Always drinks from a glass, it's clear,
Or anything he can find, never fear,
He's always in trouble when he returns from the square,
Gets a real earful, I swear,
From his wife, so rare.
Joe from the tavern loves his booze, my dear,
Always drinks from a glass, it's clear,
Or anything he can find, never fear,
He's always in trouble when he returns from the square,
Gets a real earful, I swear,
From his wife, so rare.
Joe from the tavern loves his booze, my dear,
Always drinks from a glass, it's clear,
Or anything he can find, never fear,
He's always in trouble when he returns from the square,
Gets a real earful, I swear,
From his wife, so rare.